“Here it is, m’lady.” Billy stopped in front of the empty pizzeria, proudly displaying the locked door. “The Castle of Pizza, as I call it.”
I called him out on that. “No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t. Regardless, I do have the key!”
He started to unlock the door.
“We’re gonna put all this junk on a pizza?” she asked incredulously.
“Well, I am,” he clarified. “I’ve got the tools, and I’ve got the authority.” He ushered us in. “You civilians will have to hang back.”
“Yeah, right, Billy,” I countered. “We’re all in this together. Equally complicit in the crime.”
He patted me on the back. “Your funeral, boss.”
I looked around. It was empty and quiet. No customers. So strange.
Iluna pointed to the logo above the counter, at the short cartoon Roman slobbering over his pizza. “You know, tha
